Why do I get email from WebMD? Whose brilliant idea was that? Apparently, it was that of the same person who reads those emails late at night, when browsing WebMD is tantamount to watching “Friday the 13th”—except I would NEVER subject myself to that craziness!
As an email hoarder with an ever-expanding-capacity inbox containing over 16,000 unread emails, the urgency of cleaning up the thing really doesn’t hold much sway. Let’s just sweep up all those emails from Pizza Hut. There! Only 15, 996! It’s just silly. So, screw it. Sorting through the piles of physical, paper mail seems a much more worthwhile, if lightly nauseating, task.
Oh, hell. I have exceeded the 100-word limit for writing about email. The shame! I will stop. Someone whose post I read in Freshly Pressed recently decreed (or implied a decree) that such topic-ry was redundant, dull, and borderline abusive to one’s poor, poor readers. It rests somewhere between excerpts from one’s spam folder and Dear Universe posts.
In my quest to achieve the endurance record of longest running never-pressed blog (fresh or otherwise), you may know that I have waded in the no-no waters before. I have ignored The Funny Rules and practiced abysmal Twitter. I don’t tag nearly as thoroughly as some of my fellow bloggers.
I am left begging for forgiveness, and promising that I will not ever describe the loss of the umbilical cord of either of my children. Mostly because I have forgotten.